//Your POV//

The Manor was..a giant hat(?)

'Quite the ego trip..'

The Manor also had an airplane crashed into the roof.

The gates were tall and there were security cameras.

There was also a voice buzzer for people knocking, like me.

I pressed onto the button.

"Black Hat organization HQ."

"I am Y/n L/n from Points and Passion, here to do the interview."

"Oh, you're that reporter. I'll be right there."

'Why does everyone think I'm a god damn reporter?'

Soon, the gate opened and the front door revealed a man.

He was tall and lanky, with a paper bag with goggles on his head.

He had on rubber gloves and a lab coat, so he was definitely the scientist.

He also had on a pair of denim jeans, a tee-shirt, and a pair of high top sneakers.

From what I can see, his skin was a very pale white.

I walked up to the front door to him.

I held out my hand and he shook it.

"I'm a journalist, thank you."

"My a-apologies, ma'am," He stuttered, "Follow me."

I followed him up the large cascade of stairs.

The place had a black and red theme, colors that show superiority and aggressiveness.

Paintings and statues were displayed along the hallways I caught a glimpse of.

Some windows were normal and some had stained glass art.

I knew only someone with the amount of money Steve Jobs or Robert De Niro have (or more) could live here.

After many floors were passed, we finally walked up to a large door.

"This is his office. Wait here-"

"Wait. Before you go, can I get your name?"

"Why does it matter?" He asked me.

"I just wanted to thank you for leading me and I though it would be appropriate, that's all."

"Oh. Dr. Flug. I'm my boss's Scientist if you want to get specific," Dr. Flug shook my hand.

"Thank you. My name is Y/n L/n," I nodded.

I waited as Dr. Flug walked into the room and shut the door without me.

Soon, he came back, sweat droplets on his face (bag??) and twiddling his fingers.

"You m-may see Mr. Black Hat now."

Dr. Flug was nervous, no doubt about that.

"Okay, Thank you," I gave him a smile that made him calm down a little.

"He doesn't need to be thanked."

Dr. Flug jumped at the new voice.

The voice was raspy and sharp, aggression clear in the tone.

'That's got to be him,' I thought.

Flug walked away and with a gulp, I took a step in the office.

"Black Hat, I presume?"

"Indeed, Ms. L/n."

The large chair on the other side of the wide desk spun around to reveal him.

He had (what I expected) a black hat.

He also had a large overcoat covering his red dress shirt with a black tie.

He had black pants and dress shoes as well.

He had a dark gray skin tone and green(?) teeth with a monocle on his right eye.

"Greetings," He held out his gloved hand.

Hesitantly, I shook it, "H-Hello."

"I sense your anxiety, Y/n," He flashed me a toothy grin.

'How the hell?'

"Please, just go by Ms. L/n."

"Of course," He chuckled, "Shall we get started?"

"Yeah," I rubbed my arm.

"Take a seat," He sat back down in the chair across the desk.

I sat down and took out my notepad and pencil.

He watched every move I made.

"I'll guess I'll start with the-"

"The rumors are true."

"What?" I was taken aback.

"The rumor that the townspeople made. It's true."

'He really is trying to freaking out..'

"Maybe. Maybe not," He read my mind.

He gave me this smile.

It's the sort of smile that says that he's getting enjoyment of making me uncomfortable.

Well then he's getting what he wants.

"Okay...First question: How did you start your business?" I changed the subject.

"I'm a retired villain but I still wanted to stay in the business and make money, and then I found Flug, so I decided to make items for other villains to purchase," He explained.

"How do you think the business is doing?"

"It's doing great, actually."

"When did you found your business?"

"Centuries ago. Maybe longer."

"Huh. Do you have any regrets for this business?"

"Not really. Maybe making Demencia and 5.0.5 but they weren't really planned. Just experiments gone wrong."

"Okay..?" I raised an eyebrow, not knowing what he was talking about, "About how much money do you make in a year?"

"About 6,000,00. U.S Dollars."

"You even know where I'm from.."

*Unless you're from somewhere else. The default for this story is going to be the U.S*

"Yes, I do."

"My Apologizes. I didn't mean to say that out loud," I apologized.

"Forgiven. You should know that I know a lot about you."

"Hm."

I looked down at all the notes I've taken.

It was definitely awkward after that slip up I made.

"You interest me, Ms. L/n."

"This interview is about you, so let's stay on track."

"Did I say something that bothered you?"

"No, you just think you're being sly."

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To be continued...(sorry)